"One mystery solved and ten more will replace it."

As it always was. Wu Xie often wondered if he thrived for the mysteries given at how much he just didn't care about day-to-day living when there wasn't something trying to kill him. Or get at him and his secrets. Or get at his family's secrets. Like there were secrets when it came to the dogs or the snakes or anything but he lived inside that, not outside it.

"I wonder if it is a warning from a friend instead of something much more grim. I don't think it's a good poem."